FORLORN
The coffin lay
on the tiled floor
of the crematorium.
forlorn and withered
The lace and silk
adorns the body
pale and peeling like parchment.
Husband is at home
keeping company
to a lonely house.
No use crying over
spilt milk.
Life must go on
as it used to be.
Son and daughter
sit far from her
eagerly waiting
to finish things over.
Mourners observe time
to go home
to resume their work
half done.
All wait
for a close relative to come.
A car door opens.
A man gets out and
hurries to the coffin.
Mutters a few
comforting words
to the son, standing.
The hot fire
embraces the woman!
A sigh of relief
from the son!
Now he can resume
his thesis writing!
The reality bites.
ReplyDeleteThis is the reality with most of the cases.
People are too busy fighting their own struggles.
to worry about the bridges burned.
When money talks,
ideology walks.
henryblogwalker (මට හිතෙන හැටි) the Dude (HeyDude) and මගේ ඩෙනිම My Blue Jeans
Here comes Dude, the poet. This was based on a true incident and I was restless until I wrote this poem. I wanted to see the reactions of u all and glad to see that u agree with me.
DeleteThis is the bitter reality. As people are running in this rat race they forget about their families, their responsibilities and even the fact that they are humans, not machines. Its money, fame and power that they are running after. It is only when they are old and feeble that they understand the importance of a caring family.It is only then that they will realize that they have neglected so many important things in their lives. this definitely does not apply to all but to some who only see the importance of materialistic things.
ReplyDeleteYes, Chams. How can you be so insensitive to stay at home without saying good bye to your wife for the last time? It moved me a lot and this was the result of that feeling.
DeleteThis is the harsh truth in the modern world. When people start to run the race most of them loose their soul, forget the parents who brought them up. I personally know of a wealthy 'son' who didn't get 'time' to attend his father's funeral at home country.. That's the reality..
ReplyDeleteYes. I have noticed the more you become rich or educated, the less you feel about others.Not all but some. I have also noticed poor and middle class tend to care for each other, especially their parents.
Deletemodern funerals... I hate to see them.
ReplyDeletesigh...speechless...some people could act like robots and the thought makes me so sad...wonderful poem which touched this heart so much :)
ReplyDeleteThank u for visiting. Let's be good sons and daughters to our parents.
Deletethis kind of things are happening these days. due to rush life. usually our kind (Sinhalese) are forgetting past very soon
ReplyDeleteYes. but it's not good to forget one's parents.
Deletegood work bro.........
ReplyDeleteසමකය වටේ (samakaya wate)වෙනසක් කළා. එන්න රවුමක් දාන්න වෙනස ගැන අදහසකුත් කියලම යන්න.
Thank u. kalin dakke nathi nisa venasa gena kiyanne kohomada?
DeleteHmm... Made me remind the poem "Bells for John Whiteside's Daughter"
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